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 Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 12:41 am
Remarque had a lot on his mind; between new recruits, Raven, the ******** wraith issue…Sometimes it was just a pain to even power up. He had been finding excuses decently enough—until he had met Julienne.
Until Lenka had taken him into space.
The trip had been brief and left him with more questions than answers.
Not that he hadn't enjoyed it, just that…
He wanted to go back.
Not necessarily to Lenka, not necessarily to anywhere.
Just somewhere.
He'd been dreaming more, about stars, and shadows, and rainbow roads, and he always woke up frustrated.
He wasn't one to settle for anything, so he was out to fix his current issue.
He just had to con a senshi into getting him back into space so he could figure out what the hell his deal was.
Mentally, he'd prepared a list—all the senshi he was on good terms with. A few knights were on the list, though he hadn't the faintest idea if they could get him anywhere. It was worth a shot, though.
He was perusing the park, a bit disappointed at the selection of auras in the area when he finally became aware of one—a senshi.
On any ordinary night, he would have directed himself to the aura with intent to show them the errors of their White Moon ways and induct them into the Dark Mirror Court as soon as possible, though tonight he had a different agenda.
He was still a bit of a distance from the senshi so made use of the mirrors in the area to cross the park. He stepped out near enough to the aura that it took less than a minute to walk to; the moment he laid eyes on the senshi he silently celebrated his luck.
"Denebola," he greeted; he hadn't seen the super senshi in some time, though she suddenly became a his favorite senshi. He had spoke to her before, of homeworlds. She had offered to take him—something he realized he should have accepted back when she first mentioned.
He didn’t want to seem too obvious, so he started off with simple conversation as he continued to approach. "You're looking well. It's been a while, how's the world been treating you?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 11:05 am
Denebola could not remember how she ended up in the park, in fact the details of her voyage outside of the comfort of her condo were hazy at best. She could attribute this mild memory blank to the fact that her mind was heavy with thoughts. She had always been an impulsive creature but what she had been doing lately, well they were even something she had never seen herself doing before. For the first time in a long while, Denebola was uncertain.
A woman who once stood firmly in her faith had been shaken and she could not tell what had shaken her.
She should have been paying more attention to the bleeping energy signatures that littered Destiny City, but she had been so wrapped up in her thought that she hadn't. She was unaware of Remarque's approach until he was calling her name. She had her back to him, and his voice made her turn quickly, hair whipping her face as she moved. Panic had swelled in her chest, then calmed at the sight of a familiar, and friendly, face. She swallowed, eyes closing briefly, with her hand pressed to her chest as though it could calm her rapid heartbeat.
"Remarque," she answered, breathless. Her body had been rigid but now relaxed, her shoulders sagging in what could only be relief. "You startled me," she admitted, offering him a weak smile.
With how scatterbrained she was, she should have not been out patrolling. However, she liked to think if she felt the p***k of familiar chaotic energy she would not have been caught off guard. In theory of course.
She opened her mouth to reply, but hesitated and averted her gaze while she tried to collect herself. She looked back at him only when she was certain she could speak without stutter or pause. "Things could be better," she shrugged. "But fair enough." She moved towards him, but left a few yards between them. She was comfortable around him, enough to offer to visit her star, but still wary. One always had to be wary. "How are you?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 12:31 am
Though he didn't say it allowed, a part of Remarque was glad to have startled her. It was amusing, and perhaps a little too satisfying. He didn't feel the slightest bit guilty.
"Oh, I'm doing great." More or less, anyway. What weakness or doubts he had, he wasn't going to be vocalizing anytime soon. Not to her, or anyone. "Just been keeping busy. Doing a little of this, a little of that."
He hadn't been as successful as he'd have liked; he wished Ares' plan had progressed a bit more so he might have been able to brag or banter with the senshi. He wasn't willing to admit any sort of defeat, and not being in space yet was a strange sort of defeat. It was something they could still work towards, though ultimately they had hit a brick wall a long time ago. Without Ares, there were too many questions—too many mysteries. They didn't have any way to solve them, and no one to go to for answers.
They were doing all that they could, but it still wasn't enough.
"Things could be better?" he prompted, drifting back to what she had said; when he didn't have something to boast about, the simplest thing to do was keep the conversation elsewhere. "Sounds like there's a story behind that. Something on your mind?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 1:57 pm
"Busy is good," she replied, though she wasn't invested in the conversation. It was small talk, a halfhearted attempt at a sense of normalcy on her part and whatever he was seeking on his. She wished that she was busier, caught up in busy work preferably of the civilian kind but she wasn't. The things that plagued her now stemmed from her second life, her now primary life.
She didn't think she wanted to talk about it.
"Oh it's boring," she dismissed his inquiry with a wave of her hand. "Really," she tried to insist. Normally, the ginger would have no issues pretending she was fine or that it really wasn't a big deal but this last brush with death had been the worst of them all. She had been shaken and it left her reckless. Well, more reckless than usual. Reckless enough to play nice with chaos, something she had never done before.
Maybe she was just tired of fighting.
But that didn't explain why she would power up and venture out of the safety of her condo.
Old habits died hard, she supposed.
She tried to laugh, but it came out weak and quiet so she sighed. "It's not easy to just...let go of the fact that someone had their hand in my chest and had ever intention of ripping my starseed out," she admitted after a pregnant pause. She shrugged, one hand sliding up her arm as some sort of attempt at comforting herself. "Maybe all this fighting is making me experience some sort of PTSD," she looked away, unsure of why she was bothering to share this.
It probably made her seem weak, but the ability to voice it to someone was too tempting for the girl to resist. "Ignore that," she told him quickly. "Are you here because you want something?" Quick change in subject, she didn't want to talk about her problems. Not to chaos. Really, she shouldn't have said anything.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 12:12 am
Listening to Denebola was easy, particularly when she mentioned her near-death experience. While it was true that he didn't much care for the Negaverse, he was still glad they were at least on the same side. He didn't quite get along with every agent out there, but at least he never had to worry about a hand in his chest.
"You should invest in some downtown," he suggested after a short moment. "Take some time off, enjoy life." Before some Nega snatched it from her. "No one's pressuring you to come out here and fight—or, at least, I hope not."
He shrugged, trying to avoid bluntly asking if she was still willing to let him hitch a ride up to outer space with her.
"I'm not here because anyone wanted me to fight. I suppose I'm here just because that's where the night lead me. Maybe I was just looking for some company. It gets a little boring, just wandering around by yourself."
…Especially when you could hardly do your job. The wraiths acting up had not been easy on him; he wasn't even carrying more than one shard at the moment, just in case they decided to rebel. Again.
"Saw you and figured I'd check in, see how life was treating you. Did you ever wind up heading up there?" he asked, nodding towards the sky.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 4:46 pm
The worst part of the whole experience was that it wasn't the first time that particular nega had tried to kill her. There had been at least two other instances where he had nearly claimed her life, had it not between for the interference of two separate eternals then it was likely that she wouldn't be standing before Remarque. She didn't voice that however, she had already shared too much with the blond.
Her only response to his suggestion was to shrug. She had tried that before and it hadn't done her any good. It had only made her feel worse, because every time she pulled away from her other identity something catastrophic would occur. She hadn't forgotten how she had abandoned the missing civilians when the call for help was made.
Denebola had grown tired of resigning like a coward.
"I don't feel like that will help," she started carefully. "It doesn't bode well for me," she admitted. She didn't like herself much when she didn't patrol. "I don't believe it's in my nature. It seems cowardly," she said. "Besides, I could be the difference between life and death for someone." How could you shy away from your duties with knowledge like that constantly picking away at you?
She turned her gaze to the sky when he mentioned it. Her lips pressed together in a frown when she shook her head at him. "No, not recently." She had been once and the experience had been a surreal one, it left her head hazy and confused. "Been contemplating going soon. Maybe I'll spend a few days there. Like a camping trip. I didn't see much last time."
She hadn't stayed for more than a few hours.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:21 am
"A few days?" he asked, immediately interested in continuing this conversation. It wasn't that he didn't want to know more about the Nega, or to compliment her for her bravery (or try to convince her to the Dark Mirror Court) but they were on the topic of outer space, and without being blunt it was a bit hard to get the conversation to drift to where he wanted. He wasn't going to steer it away when they'd just gotten there. "You can manage that?"
He hadn't been anywhere for that long at all; his one trip to Lenka had been very brief. And relatively unfulfilling.
"Wouldn't someone miss you here on Earth, or…does time pass differently there or something?"
What could she possibly do on a planet for days? If it was in a state anything like Lenka's, he didn't think there was going to be much for her to do there, and while he deeply desire to get away from everything for a short while—to isolate himself in the dark recesses of the universe and just think, just appreciate all of it…
He wasn't sure he could handle total isolation for that long.
Especially not with the wraiths as they were, now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 3:45 pm
"It would be like a camping trip. Only without the worry of wildlife," she explained, head tilted back so she could gaze at the sky. "As long as I was properly prepared...then staying an extended period of time would be okay." Since she initially offered to take him with her, Dene had spent much time contemplating her planet. "I think, theoretically, that I could stay as long as I liked," she told him, eventually lowering her head to look at him. "I just can't go there whenever I feel like it though. It's a bit exhausting."
When asked if she would be missed she frowned, briefly thinking of her parents and her older brother. Her friends were few and far between as of late and she couldn't imagine her parents would notice if she was gone. She no longer lived with them, no longer depended on them. They went months without speaking.
"No," she replied after a beat. "I don't think I would be missed."
She almost sounded sad.
"You could come," she told him suddenly, a weak smile on her lips. "If you'd like," she paused. "It doesn't have to be a long trip, if you'd be missed."
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 10:48 am
Remarque feigned hesitation, insisting, "No, no…I wouldn't want to disrupt any plans you've already made. I mean, I don't think I could stay away for very long. Even if I wasn't busy with the Dark Mirror Court…work, family. Obligations. Things I can't leave behind without raising too many questions. Though," he shifted positions. "…I mean, if you wouldn't mind taking me up…I certainly wouldn't complain. I've been thinking a lot about it recently. Space and all."
He looked up wistfully for a short moment and then shrugged, forcing his gaze back to the senshi in front of him. "I'd like that, visiting your planet. I haven't got one of my own, so it makes this…wanderlust a bit difficult to appease. Though, you would be doing me a great favor, taking me up there. Is there something you'd like in return, or are you just in it for the company?"
He did not know Denebola well, though in the time he had been acquainted with her, she did not seem to be among the troublesome senshi. He could not imagine some ulterior motives towards her offer, though in this day and age? There wasn't any harm in at least asking.
Nuxaz So sorry about how long this took! I'm going to try and get the other tag I owe you out sometime soon!
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 8:55 pm
"Nothing was set in stone," she remarked, shrugging. It had been a recent and rash decision she had made. She needed a temporary escape, reality had been too harsh lately. "But it would be silly to think you wouldn't be missed," she feigned light laughter. "Everyone gets missed eventually." Even when people went missing frequently in Destiny City.
She contemplated his words for a moment, opting not to speak. She understood his wanderlust, she suffered from her own wishing she could go beyond Destiny City and see what the world had to offer her but she had obligations, like he mentioned. Responsibilities that came with being a sailor suited superhero. To abandon them would be to abandon half of her identity and she couldn't do that.
"Not everyone does something so they can something else in return," she replied, shaking her head. "I don't need or want anything." She had no ulterior motives, though perhaps a part of her wished he would see the damage that Chaos brought upon the universe. It was not a part that was voiced however. "If you want to go, then lets go."
She extended a gloved hand to him. "Now or never."
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:35 am
Remarque could not entirely understand altruism; he often mistook a good deed or the will to help others without return as a sign of weakness. But who was he to complain when she was offering a free ride?
His eyes sank to her gloved hand; what experience he had in space was limited but he very fully understood that—as with any hitchhiking—it was a risk. It was a good thing he was a risk-taker.
His delay was minimal; he reached out and took her hand. "Now it is."
Never wasn't exactly an option; he'd already turned Denebola down once and regretted it. He wasn't going to miss out on the opportunity again. "If you change your mind on the whole 'getting something in return' thing, you should let me know. Mirrorspace is an interesting place," he offered. He probably should have been a bit more reluctant to offer entrance into the realm of the Dark Mirror Court, but it wasn't like there was much there for the senshi to utilize. Whatever secrets Mirrorspace was hiding, they weren't revealing themselves anytime soon. Was there really anything to worry about when there was only one way in—and only one way out?
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 4:22 pm
Denebola had never like ulterior motives, needing something in exchange for a good deed or anything else had always seemed pointless to her. It was why humanity suffered, everyone was out for their own gain. Morals were compromised if it meant getting a leg up and most of the time she hated that.
Her fingers closed around his hand tightly, her other hand fishing out her senshi phone. Her eyes closed and she focused, listening the the hum and melody that was the song of her homeworld. She pushed the home button and breathed in.
Seconds turned into minutes and then they were gone.
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